Seven degrees I'm down on my knees Waiting for the man to put me under his spell 7:05 He walks in to sight, Giving me the eye he lifts my spirits high His passion burns, and my luck takes a turn, I'm reborn and alive with his love to survive
Is it good? Is it bad? Am I simply going mad? Is it fiction? Or fact? Am I really losing tact? Is he magical? Logical? Natural wonder? He's got the makings of my 7th wonder
Seventy-three Kisses for me That whisper through the silence his feelings for me Softly he dips My cherry-red lips, In the essence of hope on which my love can float His passion burns, and my luck takes a turn I'm reborn and alive with his love to survive
Is it good? Is it bad? Am I simply going mad? Is it fiction? Or fact? Am I really losing tact? Is he magical? Logical? Natural wonder He's got the makings of my 7th wonder
On seven seas We sail on this dream, Turning it in to virtual reality
Is it good? Is it bad? Am I simply going mad? Is it fiction? Or fact? Am I really losing tact? Is he magical? Logical? Natural wonder He's got the makings of my 7th wonder
Am I weak? Am I strong? In his arms do I belong? I could climb - mountain high For his love I'll learn to fly Is he magical? Logical? Natural wonder He's got the making of my 7th wonder